Once again, Team Colin is holding a super sweet, totally awesome, massively huge, REALLY BIG GIANT GIVEAWAY.
It’s a FUNDEMIC!
My son suggested the first two names.
Once again, mountain biking is about to get a little bit awesomer, with the Team Colin Really Big Giant Giveaway (not to be confused with last Spring’s Team Colin Epic Boom Prize Fundemic, or last Fall’s Team Colin Epic Boom Giveaway Spectacular).
So here’s the thing: I have no ties to anyone, anything, or any shop. I’m not an ambassador, and I don’t get free swag. However, I write a blog, and my blog sometimes has a massive audience. So I reached out to a few super awesome people that I ride with/race with/like/whatever, AND THEY RESPONDED WITH AWESOMELY GENEROUS GIFTS THAT I CAN NOW BESTOW ON THE BIKING COMMUNITY!
No kidding. Here’s the list of goodies.
THE PRIZE DEETS:
My bike shop, Cycle Solutions, has authorized the bestowment of a FULL February Tune-Up. Yeah, a full tune-up that can be scheduled for any time during the month of February. Wicked.
Joyride 150, the hosts of Team Colin Day (um, Night) have authorized the bestowment of a free Day Pass. Very boss.
Dan Marshall from Substance Projects has authorized the bestowment of a free registration to not one, but TWO of his supremely cool races: A free XCM race reg, AND a free 45NRTH Ontario Fatbike Series (p/b Cannondale) race reg. So excellent!
Glenn at Pulse Racing has authorized the bestowment of a free reg to this Spring’s Singletrack Classic at Hardwood Hills. 25 or 50k of sweet Southern Ontario singletrack that hits all the best bits of Hardwood Hills. Teamm Colinn approved!
Apex Race Photography has authorized the bestowment of not one, but TWO different race picture downloads: a personalized magazine cover AND a digital download. Ted and his photography artists always capture the best race shots. Cool beans.
Adam at Chico Racing has authorized the bestowment of a few “24 Hours of Summer Solstice” jerseys, and is putting together a sweet package of MTB swaggy goodness. BTW, Adam is also providing a “24 Hours of Summer Solstice” shirt for EVERYONE who rides at Team Colin Day (um, Night) @ Joyride 150 on November 11th. Outstanding!
Evolution Cycles has authorized the bestowment of a $20 Gift Card. They’re are also chipping in a $20 Gift Card for EVERYONE who rides at Team Colin Day (um, Night) @ Joyride 150 on November 11th. Exceptional!
Jamie Davies, the same guy from Evolution Cycles has also authorized the bestowment of a free registration to a King Weekly Series race. Pick a Tuesday night from May to September, and kill it at Centennial Park in King City! So rad!
And finally, Sean from Superfly Racing has authorized the bestowment of a PAIR of passes to his Polar Rush Winter Obstacle Race. Yup, a PAIR of passes. Bring a friend and be SNOW HEROES on February 24th, at Horseshoe Valley! Brrrrrrrawesome!
How many times did I say “bestowment” in the preceding paragraphs? Lots and lots–because it’s a veritable gift bestowment fiesta!
Honestly, I’m going to have to cut the gift bestowment into two draws.
Wait a sec, I forgot the best part. Team Colin (hey, that’s me) is even kicking in a limited edition, very chic, Team Colin hat. Ka-BOOM.
The Big Giant Grand Prize
Team Colin special edition, free range, artisanal, comemorative hat
Registration to a Substance Projects XCM race
Joyride 150 day pass
2 passes to Superfly’s Polar Rush Winter Obstacle Race
FULL February Tune-Up at Cycle Solutions
20 buck gift card from Evolution Cycles
Apex Race Photography personalized magazine cover
Registration to a King Weekly Series (p/b Evolution Cycles) race
24 Hours of Summer Solstice jersey (which may or may not fit), courtesy of Chico Racing
Chico Racing Swag Bag
The Big Giant Second Prize
Registration to a Substance Projects/45NRTH Ontario Fatbike Series (p/b Cannondale) race
Registration to the Pulse Racing Singletrack Classic (at Hardwood Hills)
24 Hours of Summer Solstice jersey (which may or may not fit), courtesy of Chico Racing
Apex Photography digital download
Registration to a King Weekly Series (p/b Evolution Cycles) race
20 buck gift card from Evolution Cycles
Honestly, I’m in awe of the super massive generosity.
HOW TO ENTER:
It’s easy. All you have to do is follow my blog. No, this isn’t a “follow my blog type of contest”. You can unfollow the blog after the contest (and I really, honestly, might not be totally hurt), but it’s the only way for me to easily generate a printable list of contest entrants.
If you already follow the Team Colin blog (not the Facebook page), you’re in.
But if you don’t click, FOLLOW THIS BLOG somewhere on this page.
The draw will be held live on Facebook, at Team Colin Day (um, Night) @ Joyride 150, which is Saturday, November 11. Enter before that date to be eligible.
How about some small print.
THE SMALL PRINT:
Total value of “The Team Colin Really Big Giant Giveaway” is a kazillion dollars*
The draw will be held live on Facebook, at Team Colin Day (um, Night) @ Joyride 150, on Saturday, November 11. Enter before that date to be eligible.
Unfortunately, if you don’t come to Joyride on the 11th, or if you can’t meet Team Colin at a race, the hat, jersey, and Evolution Cycles gift card cannot be mailed–-but you still get everything else!
Prizes are NON-TRANSFERRABLE. All the sponsors are hard working businesses, and they just want to give back to the cycling community. To ask them to transfer your prize to someone else would be very not cool. I’ll email the winners names to each sponsor for prize redeem-ment.
Finally, the terms, conditions, and prizes in the Team Colin Really Big Giant Giveaway may change because, well, you know.
Don’t forget to come to Team Colin Day (um, Night) on Saturday, November 11th. Half price (that’s 9 bucks) admission, and rentals after 7PM. Just say “Team Colin” when you get there. Check out my blog post for details.
I thought I was going to ride a little 10k lap, on a few sweet trails at Hardwood Hills.
I thought it would be challenging, and fun, and awesome, and EPIC.
I didn’t think I’d be riding my bike on the surface of the sun.
Holy crap, it was a scorcher. Like, face melting, core draining, electrolyte zapping, take-off-your-jersey, scorching hot.
“How hot was it?”
It was so hot, three of my water bottles spontaneously combusted.
It was so hot, a rider in front of me spontaneously combusted.
It was so hot, by the end of the day all the sand on the “Lookout” had melted into glass.
It was so hot, that when I rode to my pit area, it was an actual Dali painting. Aww, I really needed that clock…
Dayam, it was H. O. T.
Race Report. Fall Epic 8 Hour: Hardwood Hills. September 20, 2017 The race started at 10 AM, and my first few laps were strong and consistent. I held back and did three laps in an hour and 58 minutes.Noon. The sun rose in the sky, and my lap times dipped, but I still felt okay.2 PM. The sun hit full force, and I slowed to a crawl.4 PM. The sun actually got hotter, and I’m pretty sure I crawled with my bike strapped on my back for a few laps.I WANTED 10 laps. I NEEDED 10 laps. I could TASTE 10 laps. I was READY for 10 laps. I was primed, and fit, and had been looking forward to my first 100k MTB ride for a while.In the end I rode…I’ll get to that after the Race Report.The course was a mix of long and sinister double track climbs, a few harrowing and rocky double track descents, some nastily awesome rooty bits, some awesomely nasty dusty bits, a bunch of sweet technical trail features, and plenty of tight but flowy single track. The course ended with a shot on the Joyride 150 wall, a zip through the solo pits, a crunchy grind up a hill that was more wall than hill, and through some sweet BMX track with sweet jumps, rollers, and berms, before the START/FINISH/TIMING area. In truth, it was pretty much a perfect 10k of riding.End of Race Report.
So, how many laps did I do…
The day before the race, I was dialled:
My bike was freshly tuned (Thanks Andrew Maemura of Cycle Solutions); my kit was washed; my alternate kit washed; I had 20 litres of water and a bunch of pre race, race, and post race food (pasta, chicken, fruit and vegetables); I packed my cycling shoes, my other cycling shoes, a helmet, my other helmet, gloves, more gloves and LOTS of chamois cream; I had electrolyte this and energy gel that; a tent, a zero gravity chair, and my tool (and other stuff) table; I even packed extra non-spandex clothing. I. Was. Ready.
Mother Nature: “Let me just see if I can turn the heat up a wee bit…”. It was the planetary version of “Hold my drink”, but nobody, not even Mother Nature, was going to put down their drink because it would have either evaporated in a flash, or be drained by a thirsty rider.
It was like Mother Nature wanted to see what I look like poached.
“How hot was it?”
It was so hot, and I lost so much sweat, my pee was the consistency of salt.
I have a saying. “If you’re going to be, just be epic”. And as much as I try to live with that mantra in mind, really, I don’t mean truly EPIC. Usually, I just refer to the fact that if you’re going to do something, do it to the best of your abilities.
For example, if you’re going for a ride, and it’s going to rain, don’t cancel. Ride in the rain and be epic.
If you’re riding and you see a sweet trail feature, but there’s also a B Line without a feature, ride the heck out of the feature (Unless it’s a race. Or if you’re tired. Or if it’s really big).
If there’s a race, do it.
If you want to take a picture, lay in the dirt for the best shot possible. Wait a sec, that’s Ted Anderton from Apex Race Photography. AWESOMELY EPIC SHOTS APEX!
If there’s a glass of water, drink it.
If poutine is on the menu, order it.
If there’s a book, read it.
Okay, so clearly, there’s a sliding scale when referring to the word EPIC. However, whether it’s work, family life, or on a bike, really, I just want to be or do the best I can.
And so, it was a Saturday and there was a race, so I raced.
I could have registered as a team of 4 or 6…
Or, I could have registered as a tag team…
Or, I could have registered as a solo rider.
Yeah, right. Why on earth would anyone register to do an 8 hour race solo? Like 8 hours on a bike. Who do I think I am? I’m not ready for an 8 hour race. There’s no way on earth I could do an 8 hour race. Ride for 8 continuous hours? Like, be on a bike, without a real break, for 8 hours?
So…I registered as a solo rider.
Yeah, I registered as a solo because it’s EPIC. Really, it’s a no-brainer. The word EPIC is even in the title of the race. Sliding scale? Pfft. Epic is epic.
I knew it would be hard, and I knew I wouldn’t enjoy it, and I knew I would drag my body through a the wringer. However, looking back, I had no idea it would be as hard as it was.
Even though the course was easy enough (despite a few nasty climbs)…
And even though my bike co-operated like a seasoned champ…
And even though the crowd, and the organizers, and most of the riders, were awesome…
That heat. It slaughtered me.
I know we all have something that drives us or holds us back, but I have to wonder about the biology involved in propelling my 250 pound body up, over, and through a tough MTB course. Compared to a lighter rider my power to weight ratio falls short. Maybe that’s what keeps me slow. Maybe it’s a matter of one too many bags of savory sweet potato chips (and dip!). Maybe it’s a lack of physical conditioning. Whatever it is, it’s a thing, and it slowed me down. For a full read of how slow I’ve been lately, here’s my report of the Kingston XCM on September 2.
Honestly, my last few laps were embarrassing. I was literally gasping for air and pedalling in slow motion. Note that I didn’t say I “felt” like I was pedaling in slow motion. I was actually pedaling IN SLOW MOTION. I was like a mime on an escalator.
And this is where things took a turn. While I’m disappointed with my results, I know this: I didn’t stop. When I wanted to retreat into the Team Colin support vehicle and nurse a cold popsicle instead of ride, I kept riding. When I wanted to “be happy with 50k” and call it a day, I kept riding. When my back was on fire, and my lungs were bursting, and my wrists were like stone, and my back and shoulders were a clump of pain, I just kept riding. Sure, I stopped each lap for a 2 minute break, and sure, I stopped on course a few times in the last few laps to catch my breath, but each time, before I got too comfortable, I swung a leg over my bike, clipped in, clenched my teeth, and kept going, defiant and resolved.
Truthfully, the race wasn’t an epic life or death journey across a desert to escape a prison camp, but at the time, It sure felt tough.
And here’s where things took an even better turn. I call it the Matt Factor.
The Matt Factor is as follows: Throughout the day, even from the first lap, there was a tremendous amount of respect and encouragement from other riders.
“Nice work Solo!”, “Keep it up Solo”, “You got this Solo”. It was heartening and moving. So many riders, solo and otherwise, kept encouraging and pushing me (and everyone else).
“But why do you call it the Matt Factor?”
And then, somewhere in the middle of the race (honestly, much of the day is a blur to me), something happened. I was refilling my bottle inside my RV. I was tired, and hot, and I wanted to quit, and my pit neighbour, Mike Tourond (yeah, that guy) came around for a lap. He hammered on the side of the vehicle “C’mon, get out here and ride”, and he gave me a little push when I really needed it.
“Yeah yeah, but why do you call it the Matt Factor?”
And then, somewhere after the middle of the race (honestly, much of the day is a blur to me), it happened again. I was riding, I was in pain, I wanted to quit, and I felt a hand on my back. The hand was pushing me. Guiding me. My buddy Raf, even though he was probably struggling too (although I’m not sure he ever struggles on a bike–dude is made of steel), spent some of his much needed energy to give me a little push when I really really needed it.
“Okay, fine, but WHY DO YOU ALL IT THE MATT FACTOR?”
And then, somewhere near the end of the race (honestly, much of the day is a blur to me), it happened again. I was struggling, I was baking, I was EXHAUSTED, I wanted to quit, and Miro (who I only know in a periphery way through friends and Facebook comments), did the same thing. As he was passing, he put a hand on my back, and gave me a push when I really really really needed it. “You got this, Colin. You’re almost there”.
“Seriously though, enough of this, why do you call it the Matt Factor?”
Whether passing the starting pits, where Jenn Kennedy screamed “Wohoo, Team Colin! Solo!”, or being handed a wet towel by organizer Glenn, or on the BMX track and hearing Stuart screaming encouragement, or passing the volunteers in the forest who were hoarse from screaming, or passing the kids in the solo pit who were singing for EVERY rider, or the guy in the solo pit who rang his bell for EVERY rider, or passing Dan Emsley and exchanging a brief word, the crowd was totally and utterly invested in every riders’ success. It was remarkable.
“Blah blah blah, remarkable support, hand on a back…but that doesn’t explain the Matt Factor!”
And then, somewhere almost at the end of the race (honestly, much of the day is a blur to me), it happened again. I was spent. I was spent. I was literally limping along on my bike. It was somewhere mid lap, on the last lap, I was willing the race to be over, and I felt a hand on my back. I thought it was Raf again. It wasn’t. It was Matt. I had never met Matt before. He put his hand on my back to give me a push. He held it there, warm and comforting, and the race disappeared for just a moment. “You’re almost there Solo, just keep pedaling. The race will be finished before you know it.”. The support, encouragement, and and genuine sincerity of the gesture gave me a push when I really really really REALLY NEEDED IT.
THAT’S the Matt Factor. Yeah, the Matt Factor.
It was 5:30. I was almost there. It was almost over. “Yeah, I’ve got this”, I thought. “Yeah, I can finish this” I said to myself. “Keep it up Solo”.
It was my 9th lap.
I finished at 5:43. It was 7 hours and 43 minutes after starting. The sun was perched in the sky above, taunting, and as bright and hot as ever.
I didn’t hit 10 laps.
It was disappointing.
Honestly, I waver from feeling good about my result (19/31), and feeling like I somehow failed myself (and my team). I wanted to ride 10 laps. I wanted to ride 100k on a MTB, and I didn’t. I couldn’t.
Aargh. What if I hadn’t stopped for so long? What if I just rode a bit harder up this hill, or smarter over that trail feature? What if I had trained just a bit (or a lot) harder?
What if? So many what ifs. But only one pure and simple fact. I did it.
It may only be a bunch of people playing bikes in a race, but I rode for 8 hours. I rode as fast, and as hard, and as best as I could. I left NOTHING on the course. So what if the leader did 16 laps, and so what if my pit mates, Riot and Fig, finished 12 and 13 laps respectively. I did 9 laps, and that ain’t so bad.
Next year I’ll try again, and maybe I’ll hit 10 laps. 100k on a MTB. Now that’d be pretty Epic. I just hope we’re not riding on the surface of the sun.
PS. I started to think “Yeah, so maybe I can be a bit less epic, but still be epic…”. After all, I raced the marathon distance in the Kingston XCM on September 2, two CX races the next weekend, the 40k distance in the Great Albion Enduro the following weekend, 90k at the Epic Hour the week after that, and three weekly races in between. I don’t have to do it all. I mean…
By the way, thanks again to Pulse Racing and Glenn Meeuwisse (so many pairs of consonants), Hardwood Hills, the staff and volunteers, the amazing sponsors, the outstanding spectators (literally, they were out standing all day), the awesome sponsors, the wickedly fast and talented race teams, the epic solo riders, and Mother Nature for coming along for the ride and making the day that much more epic. Thanks also to the members of Team Colin for fielding so many needy questions from me in the days–and minutes–leading up to the race.
Last Saturday wasn’t just my fourth time doing the Singletrack Classic, it was my first time doing the FULL DISTANCE (44k), and it was my fourth time TANKING the Singletrack Classic.
I’ve never had good luck at the race. Never. But, year after year, I bring my game face and the hope “this will be my year…”. I figure somehow it’ll turn around.
Once again, for the fourth time in a row, nope.
It’s not my fault, and it’s no fault of race or organizer. It’s not the fault of the trails, or my bike, or Hardwood Hills, but the Singletrack Classic is my race nemesis. My experiences in prior years were:
“Aw c’mon, it can’t be broken!”
“Aw, dang it”
“AW, DOUBLE DANG IT!!!”.
My first year racing the Singletrack Challenge (it wasn’t the Classic at that time) was 2013. Actually, it wasn’t. I broke my arm three days before the race, while I was taking a last training ride.
“Aw c’mon, it can’t be broken! Hopefully I’ll get to do it next year” I thought.
So, my first year actually racing the Singletrack Challenge (still wasn’t the Classic) was in 2014. I didn’t have a broken arm, but my buddy was peeing when the race started, and we missed the start by a few minutes. Then, I spent the first 15 minutes sprinting to catch the pack, which burned ALL of my matches.
“Aw, dang it! Maybe next year” I thought.
The second year, 2015, was a RE-race. I wanted to experience the full–and punctual–joy of 22k of secret and reverse trails. However, it was not to be. My notes in 2015 say, I never really felt like I hit a sweet groove. I tried and tried, but I never actually felt like I was racing it.
“Meh. Maybe next year” I thought.
The third year, 2016, was a RE-RE-race. I was finally going to get it right. However, I got to Hardwood Hills late, only to discover that my free hub was thrashed, which meant I spent the race pedalling gently because I was afraid cranking it would strip the hub and send me over the bars. Also, I went to the race in an almost catatonic state because I had a really brutal work schedule in the weeks leading up to the race. So much for a RE-RE-race.
“AW, DOUBLE DANG IT!!! Maybe next year” I thought.
This year was a RE-RE-RE-race, and I was going to make it a good one.
Of course, it was my 6th big race in 8 weeks (plus 4 weekly series romps), so good luck if I was hoping for fresh legs… Pfft. Whatever. I felt strong and I had actually recovered from the Substance Projects Long Sock CLassic a week before (a sweet 70k on my single speed). Seriously, if I could manage 70k without gears, 40k WITH GEARS should be a snap.
Okay, maybe the word “recovered” from the race is a bit strong. I was “mostly” recovered.
To recap: 44k…22 gears…sort-of recovered legs. But as they say “4th time’s a charm”. This year would be MY year. A chance for redemption, and a kick at the long course. What could go possibly go wrong…
Let me cut to the chase: I was late, so I missed the start AGAIN, I broke 3 spokes about 6k into the race (resulting in a frame rubbing wobble for the duration), and someone stole my sunglasses.
Yeah, so that’s nice.
On the plus side, the race was true to the promised 44k of spectacular singletrack, my legs weren’t nearly as tired as I thought they’d be, the increased distance wasn’t a problem, and I didn’t think/say/feel “meh” once.
Off the start, the Singletrack Classic has a deceptively long, and genuinely sapping doubletrack climb. Because of the length of it (almost 2k), and BECAUSE I MISSED THE START FOR THE FOURTH YEAR IN A ROW, I spent the first 10 minutes clawing my way through the course. My lungs were tight, my legs were rubbery, and I couldn’t find a good pace. One word: Ugh.
Some other words: “When does this climb end? Oh, there’s the top. Nope, there’s more.” “Pant pant pant.”, and “Gasp gasp, GASP PANT GASP”.
About 15 minutes into the race, I caught Angie Emsley. She paces me in every race that we do together (and she’s also trying the big kid distance races this year). We rode together gently for a few minutes, until I finally felt warmed up and ready to rock.
I increased my pace.
“Tink…tink………KTLINK”. A few minutes after leaving Angie, three spokes snapped. It only took a few minutes to tape the broken spokes to the others (so they wouldn’t coil into my cassette like they did last year at the Kingston XCM), but the spokes were beside each other and the resulting warp was giant, so I spent the rest of the race looking like I was trying to scratch my bum on my seat.
Okay, so between the late start, and taco wheel wobble dance, maybe the RE-RE-RE-Singletrack Classic wouldn’t be a triumph.
But it was guaranteed not to be “Meh” either.
The race really is singletrack heaven, with long shots of tight and twisty singletrack that alternates between flowing and curvy, and constantly grindy and technical. The roots are wickedly rooty; the rock gardens are unflinchingly rocky, and the log overs are awesomely log-overey. The sections are punctuated by short doubletrack rips that were either fast and furious, or maddeningly steep and grunty. The race course nods at some of Hardwood’s best trails, and it’s awesome at every turn.
The first lap was a heck of a lot of fun, and ended with a delicate rocky descent, a quick zip through two culverts, and back to the chalet START area.
I took a minute to recuperate, refill my belly and bottles with some Skratch, and recuperate a bit more, and then I was back in the saddle, ripping that deceptive first climb again.
During the second lap, I passed a few new racers who were finishing the short course, and giving it everything they had. It was so awesome to see so many newbies. The distance is long enough to be a challenge, but short enough to be doable. I remember my first races. Man, they were tough, but so rewarding. I hope they continue to pedal out of their comfort zone, and stomp on their boundries. So awesome.
Lather, rinse (literally–it rained), repeat, and the race was over.
End of Race Report.
So that’s it. After eight weeks of epic racing, I finished the Singletrack Classic fairly unscathed. I didn’t place well, but I feel like I did well enough (for me), and for a bit of icing on the MTB cake, my lap times were only about 5-7 minutes apart from each other. Broken spokes? Pfft. Late start? Pfft. Flaming lungs and rubbery legs to start? Pfft.
Oh, except that some creep stole my sunglasses.
Yeah, seriously. I put them down when I took off my helmet between laps, and when I went back for them, they were gone. SONOTCOOL. I don’t know why I’m so upset, I mean, it’s not like it was the first time I wore them (yes it was), and they were half price after all (except that they were Smiths, which meant half price was still 75 bucks). Oh, and it’s not like I still have the case–with the other two sets of lenses–to serve as a constant reminder of a fellow racer’s craptitude.
Seriously, if you stole my sunglasses at Saturday’s race, you suck. They were white Smith glasses with rose coloured polarized lenses, and I really liked them. I hope you catch nose gonoherra, you big jerk. And just so you know, I get really snotty during races so I hope you washed them really well. I mean really snotty.
I have to say, the stealing-my-sunglasses-debacle created an unnecessary vulnerability at races. We leave our bikes unattended. And our helmets. And GPS units. And everything else. We’re all in the same boat, playing the same game. If people are going to start snatching unattended items at races, well that’s just not cool.
I’ve been thinking that between my bad luck, Grand Theft Sunglasses, and that giant climb, maybe next year I’ll forgo the Singletrack Classic, and finally shake off the demons that haunt me there.
Pfft. Who am I kidding, I’ll be there, I’ll race it, and I’ll tank it (or not), and that’s awesome.
I may have missed the start of the race a few times, or had an angry bike, or whatever, but I’ve experienced it all before. For me, it’s about the experience, and I won’t experience anything when I sit at home. The only bad races are the ones not done.
So I’ll race the Singletrack Classic next year.
…I’ll just be sure to staple my sunglasses to my forehead.
For a brief, shining moment, I was Jeff Shikaze! Or maybe he was me. The timers misread his plate number, and recorded my name with his time. Yes, for a brief time, Colin MacLellan was 10th place in the Singletrack Classic. Boom. And then, when they found the error, not-so-boom.
Did you race on Saturday? Was the experience the same for you? If you have something to say, comment on the blog, or send a message to: email@example.com
I almost forgot. A word about the title. Hey, Pulse Racing: every year I register as Team Colin, and every year, you refuse to list my “team” on the results. I am a team. A viable, bike racing team. Does YOUR team have hats? Hmm.
I’m not superstitious. I’m not even moderately-stitous, but the irony of this blog isn’t lost on me. Blog #13, and it was my worst race ever. Worst. Race. Ever.
The Single Track Classic (formerly the Single Track Challenge), presented by Pulse Racing, at Hardwood Hills is a sweet patchwork Hardwood Hill’s bestest and awesomest trails, with a bunch of fresh new trails mixed in for fun, and even a few in reverse. As in past years, the crowd was huge; the course was technical, tight, and twisty; and the competition was fierce. Single Track Classic or Challenge? It’s was Single Track Awesome!
I’d been looking forward to the race. Last year, before the race, my buddy had to pee, and while he was peeing, the race started. We tried to make it, but by the time we hit the start area, everyone was long gone. This year was a re-race!
Or maybe not.
Team Colin was a mess.
I worked late the night before, and I got to the race with about half an hour to register and prepare. Then I discovered my rear cassette was wrecked, so I spent about 20 minutes trying to fix it (The guy at Eccleston Cycle tried to help, and the rep at the Shimano tent even tried, but no luck. Awesome people by the way.). So, after mucking around for 30 minutes, the race was about to start, and I was still in the parking lot running around in the Team Colin support vehicle, trying to prepare my tool kit, change my clothes, and eat something.
I felt like a busker in a phone booth.
And where were my damn gloves?
In the midst of my in-the-vehicle-getting-ready-yoga, I heard the start whistle, and in one movement, I pounded the food into my mouth, changed into my kit, found my gloves, and sprinted to the start.
And then the real challenges started.
Race Report: Single Track Classic (May 28, 2016)
The Single Track Classic started with a nice shot of double track on a gentle climb. Usually, I can seed myself within the pack in a start like this, but by the time I got to the start line, I couldn’t even see the tail end of the pack.
I didn’t want to get stuck behind a pack riders when we hit the single track, so I pushed hard to get to them.
I was not successful.
Without even the slightest stretch or warm up, I couldn’t manage my breathing. Worse, because of the early sprint, I feel like I burned through all of my already depleted matches before even reaching the pack.
By the time the single track started, I had passed a bunch of riders, but I was still in the middle of a slow pack. I was happy for the slight break in pedaling, but as the minutes ticked, I knew I was getting further and further behind the lead. It’s not a huge problem for me to be so far back because I’m typically not fighting for a podium finish, but it always stings a bit when my legs and lungs have more to give, and I’m stuck behind a slow group.
Gotta say though, it’s great the Single Track Classic draws so a variety of riders–from the exceptionally fast, to the exceptionally recreational, and everyone in between. It’s a testament to the awesomeness of the organizers that EVERYONE feels welcome in the race. Nice job Pulse Racing!
And then the race got really fun.
The single track at Hardwood Hills is sublime. Awesomely fun and wickedly challenging: narrow tree gaps; rooty and rocky; and scattered with giant log overs, quick grunts, zippy descents, frequent whoops, and tight corners. The older single track was worn and fast, and the new trails were raw and gritty. It was a day of tough trails, but rideable features.
And the double track that connected the trails was either white knuckle fast, or slow and grinding. Awesome!
Under normal circumstances, I would have had a huge cramp in my face from grinning. But today was another story. Between an angry cassette (later I discovered it was the freehub), and being so tired, every pedal stroke was a chore. Every corner was a grunt. Every climb was a wall.
Sensitive readers may want to skip this next part.
With about 4k to go, I felt like couldn’t do it. My back was throbbing, and my lungs were screaming. I’m not proud about it, and I’m not happy about it, but I had to stop. So, for the first time ever in a race, I stopped pedalling, unclipped my pedals and got off my bike. I only rested for a minute or two, but those minutes were hard won throughout the race, and it was tough to see 8 or 10 riders pass through.
The race ended with a quick zip downhill to the finish line. I finished with a whimper, a fizzle, and a sigh.
I placed 61st out of 131 riders. Not a great position, but a quick look at my abacus tells me that I passed 70 riders. Started from the bottom…
In so many ways, the race was awesome. Great trails, great course, lots of first timers and recreational racers, lots of kids, and lots of easy banter between riders. It’s was also nice to be part of a BIG race. Plus, Ted from Apex photography was there. He always makes me look better than I am.
In another way—the way that pedals a bike—the race was awful. Some days riding just hurts.
After the race, my friend Mark Summers asked me what I learned from the race. I didn’t know the answer. I’m not sure I could have changed anything: I’m a teacher, and I love working with my students, so I can’t work less; I’m a dad, and sometimes I don’t sleep well because I do my chores after the kids go to bed; and I produce school plays for my students, which takes a great deal of time.
Sometimes there just isn’t time to properly prepare (physically and emotionally) for a race.
And I know that everybody else has their list too. But yesterday wasn’t the only race of the year, or the most important race of the year. It was just a race. Sure, it was a cool experience, and it’s nice to perform well, but we all have jobs, and family, and other obligations, and…
And sometimes eat a bowl of Mini Wheats for supper at 11PM (Wait, is that just me), and go to a race the next morning utterly unprepared.
And maybe that’s the reason Dan Marshall suggested I start this blog–so I could work it all out. Maybe that’s why he says I’m relatable. At the top of my page, it says “Team Colin is a working father who trains for XC mountain bike races.”. Sometimes, there won’t be ideal conditions, and sometimes I will be grossly unready (and sleep deprived, and late for the race, and just plain exhausted, and…) but I race bikes, and there was a race, so I raced.
Life got in the way, but life will always get in the way.
There wasn’t a resounding boom at the Single Track Classic (although, as my heart tried to scratch its way out of my chest, it sure pounded a lot) but the worst race is the race not done, and at the end of a hectic week, I gave it my all, and that’s at least worth a little boom.
Post Script: After the race, I caught up with Scott and Shannon Bentley. They raced single speeds in the 50k distance. 2nd and 4th place respectively. Beasts. Scott and Mark Summers were the first to nurture a younger, non-racing, me, into Team Colin. It was great to catch up with my old “coach”. I said to Scott and Shannon a dozen times yesterday (and I always say it to Mark and Leslie Summers) that it is impossible to put into words how grateful I am to them for their support and encouragement. Boom.